#heartlessdecay

    The apartment is very plain, as one might imagine for someone with an income on the lower side and with nothing to his name. All the furniture came with the apartment, save for a single plant on the kitchen windowsill that Tenshi gravitates towards first. He says nothing, but the smile on his face at seeing the tiny white flowers still alive is full of relief.

    A little dry perhaps, but that’s easily fixed with some fresh water from the tap, poured over the plant with a small watering can. “It’s not much...but I’m comfortable and happy. So is my jasmine plant.” Now he just needs to figure out if he’s fired...

    Wow, three days? That’s rough for sure. His current record is five. Not fun in the fucking slightest. He nods sympathetically to her while continuing to sip on his caffeine over loaded drink. Rolling his shoulders, he raises his cup in a mock cheers.

    “That’s right, I’m Hawks. As for not appearing stuck up, I just simply don’t have the time or energy to pretend to be a pompous, parading, prissy, egomaniac for the press. Life’s short, why be a dickhead?” Of course, more than once he’s been called as such, along with a wide variety of colorful insults aimed at his person.

@heartlessdecay​ said:  "Happy birthday Izuku." Hands him an empty box. The wrapping paper is pretty though!

A few questions. Since when did Shigaraki call him by his first name? Why was he being nice to him? Who the hell told him about his birthday?

And most importantly... What the hell was in this box?! 

Izuku shook the box slightly, frowning when there was no sound of anything rustling inside. He knew this was entirely stupid and reckless but curiosity got the better of him.